STRAY KIDS MAKE US STAY

STORY: "HEART"

NAME: Rosie Ellis (Female)

LOCATION: Not Specified

LANGUAGE: English

TYPE: Message Through A Story 

DATE WRITTEN: MAY 2019

(BASED ON TRUE EVENTS)

Experience my love for Stay Kids through a close-to-home story. This version is your point of view, with Stray Kids as your classmates rather then my own friends. Felix is my bias which is why he has the spot of "best friend & crush", though I'm not sure that this was a good idea, I'm crying all over again. 

PS. I tried to include all members, but the mains that go well with my story are Felix, Minho, Chan, and Woojin. The others are pretty much friends of friends, classmates, etc. Sorry if you don't see your bias, but this story isn't really a fanfic.... 

You had just finished unpacking last night. You were nervous about a new school. You had already met some of your classmates through a friend, but you were still anxious about starting over. You didn't really have that good of an experience at you old school. You were always quiet and didn't have many friends, just one or two that would show up every now and then, but never when things were tough. 

Your alarm had sounded and woke you up from a comfortable sleep. You groaned as you forced yourself to get up and turn off the alarm. Days were rough getting up yourself, it was an easy option to lay back down and sleep, but you thought to yourself, It's Day One, let's start strong. 

You finally got dressed and made your way down the hallway. Your new house was rather small, but it was still decent for having only two residents, You and your Mom. You never really knew your Dad, only vague memories from childhood before he passed away due to liver cancer. 

You said a quick goodbye to your Mom, though she wasn't at home, she was still at work after working the night shift in a security job. Your Mom was brave and kind, the best person you knew, it was just a shame you didn't see her much. 

You walked the few blocks to school, not really knowing anyone, you double checked your schedule and went straight to your first hour class. 

Inside, there was only one other student. He sat second to last row, closet column to the wall. His head was down. You didn't know if there was assigned seats, so you stood at the front, scanning the rows of desks. 

"Back row." You heard an echo of a deep voice coming from the sleepy-head boy, the accent still stained the air. 

"Huh?" You question, unsure of what he was trying to say.

"Back row is empty, the teacher likes the front filled, but everything is taken already." He explains before laying his head back down, turning his head in the opposite direction

"Oh. Got it, thanks." You mutter. You cross the desks and choose the last one behind the boy. 

The boy stays quiet and distant even as the students and teacher file in and complete the lesson. You can't help but look at him now and again. Something about his presence draws your attention to him. 

Throughout the day, the teacher introduce you several times, allowing some students the motivation to talk to you. By the end of the day you had talked with almost all of your classmates, excluding a few who were either absent, or didn't seem to care about anyone in general. 

"Hey, New Kid, Where you from?" You were asked during the last hour by a student named Lee Minho. He had a unique vibe, he seemed to be into fashion, and looked nice, but he often tried to come across having a "hip op" or "swag"-like manner. He was overall just goofy.